Misty Morning

We were on our morning walk when I looked back and this caught my eye, so blip sorted.
 
Last night was disaster area for poor old Biskit.  We have been firework sitting for five or six years and never before have we had so much around Rippingale, and going on until very late. Even the neighbouring villages, I guess with the very high humidity sound was traveling far.
 
Biskit was a trembling wreck except when I rang the (old) doorbell.  Then guard duties outweighed any fear of bangs.  It became a way of calming him when he was particularly bad and shaking.
 
Apart from pets I wonder how the horses and farm animals got on last night?